If Only (GxG)

Chapter 47 Terrifyingly Georgous

A/N
🎶Suzanne by RAYE🎶

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Blake's POV

She really shouldn't have said that.

Because I was about to let her rest. Truly.

I was kissing her hair. Petting her thigh. Thinking — maybe — about getting her water.

But then she looked up at me with that dangerous little grin, cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering, wrists still tied. And she whispered, all soft and wrecked, "Do your worst. I'm already yours."

And now?

Now I'm a goner.

I laugh — low, breathless — and run a hand down her spine. "Sweetheart," I murmur, "you really shouldn't have said that."

She blinks up at me, eyes wide and sweet, but her smile turns sly. "Why not?"

I raise a brow. "Because I was trying to be gentle."

She tilts her head, smug and gleaming. "You? Gentle?"

God, she's asking for it.

"Oh no," she adds innocently, "whatever you're doing is perfect."

"Perfect," I echo, fingers teasing along her side. "That's a dangerous word."

She hums, mischief dancing on her tongue. "You look like you want to ruin me."

"I do want to ruin you," I purr, leaning in to kiss her pulse. "Lovingly."

She lets out a soft laugh — and I feel it right under my lips, vibrating through her chest.

And that's the thing.

Beneath the teasing, she's glowing. Warm. Open. Trembling just slightly. Her trust is molten, wrapping around me like silk. She knows exactly what she's doing — and exactly what she's begging for.

And I plan to give her all of it.

"Turn over," I whisper.

She gasps — a little theatrical — and flops back dramatically onto her stomach. "Yes, ma'am," she teases.

I chuckle. "Sassy."

"You love it."

"I do," I say sweetly — and give her ass a light slap, just sharp enough to sting.

She gasps, then melts, letting out a wrecked sound that's somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

"Mmm. Thought so," I murmur, smoothing my palm over the spot.

She wriggles slightly, lips parted, flushed and pliant now as I help guide her into place. Her knees spread. Her hips lift. I retie the silk to the headboard, stretching her arms out in front of her like a gift. Helpless. Perfect.

She sinks into the pillows, breath quickening. Her back arches instinctively, and her hair spills around her shoulders like wildfire — wild and soft and so beautifully hers.

I pause.

Because the sight of her like this makes it very, very hard to breathe.

She moans when I settle behind her — almost a sob. "Please," she whispers. "Please, Blake."

But I don't move yet.

I kiss her hip, slow and possessive, then trail my mouth across her lower back. "You want more?" I ask — voice low, a dark promise.

"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, please— again—"

She says something under her breath — something about me being a sex demon. I laugh softly and drag the tip of the toy through her folds, watching her twitch. Her thighs are already shaking.